| Concrete Grass |
[Jan. 5th, 2009|02:16 am] |
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Four hours straight of playing the guitar. Nonstop. My fingers did not bleed, though they ached. The whole night the four of us stayed in that little 'room' and jammed. Brotha E, Blue, Chop and myself. Sure, others joined in from time to time, but it was us four constantly.
It went well. Very well. We flow well together. They have an interesting mix of folk music and hip hop. At first glance I don't look like I belong, as usual. Check out the clip below, if you don't believe me. However, once I pick up my guitar, it's a whole different story.
I hope to play with them again, a hope that may go rewarded. Eventually, I hope to do a show with them...my first gig.
Their name is Concrete Grass, and this is their sound.
On second thought, I fit right in. (^_~) |
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